hi, JUB. it's been a while. you guys have seen me through the best and worst for the past few years.
i feel terrible...like i come here as a crutch...like i don't really contribute...like the only time i ever post is with problems...
well it is all true and i apologize in advance for that. looking back over the thread i can't believe how stupid i've been. well; as a quick recap...i did in fact meet up with her and we didn't discuss him at all. i hardly remember the date because not really anything happened. her and i haven't spoken since. we're still FB friends, though...for whatever that means.
i spent this past weekend at home with my mother. i'm still here and i'm buzzed and brewing and i don't know where else to rant, so here you go, JUB..
i was at a BBQ with a bunch of old friends. a close friend lost a parent, so lots of us came back to support her and her family. after it was all through we all had a BBQ. he wasn't here, but it was at a close friend's house...the girl he took to prom, actually. well we had a good night of drinking and eating and catching up, and then the inevitable happened...they all started asking me where he was, what he was doing etc.
i could and should have simply said we fell out and moved on or changed the subject, but i didn't. i spilled. i spilled the whole story to fucking everyone; even people i don't know. i gotta admit, it felt REALLY good. on the way home, i was getting a ride from a sober friend who still lives in his city in AZ and talks to him regularly. she asked me a bunch of questions and i basically told her that i didn't want to ever talk about that again. she was cool and after that i kinda forgot about it for a few days.
then, tonight i get a text message from him. yes, i saved the number. i saved a picture too but that isn't really relative. anyway i got a text saying he is sorry and wants to talk. well, verbatim it says, "hey i talked to _____ and realized what happened. can we talk?"
now, JUB, i am once again fucked up. i don't think i'll EVER be ready to accept an apology. i don't want to talk to him. i don't want to see him or hear from him ever again. at the same time, it has been years and i have dreams where we reconcile. i know that someone told him that i told the whole story, but i didn't actually tell the whole story. i told it as if he did all these things happened upon him finding out i was gay and not because of our relationship. now he wants to talk.
time does nothing. it means nothing. this is no easier than it ever was. i'm not even sure why i'm posting yet again. it is like he is where i was, and yet i have no emotions about it...no capacity to reach anywhere. our 10 year reunion is coming up...the only thing on my mind is trying to rebuild our relationship so that it is civil for that, so we can both hang out with our friends...but as time goes by i feel less and less like that is possible.
ugggg. i'm sorry for my emo rant. i guess i'll dwell on it for another day or so and then call him, either to say "we are ok" and leave it alone, or to say "go fuck yourself" and leave it alone. i don't know. this whole thing messed me up so badly, years ago, that i haven't been able to learn. i still don't know how to interact with such an ex. *sigh* ...guess i'll sleep on it.
why can't i grow up? why can't i just brush this off and be free of it? i feel like these wounds will bleed me dry for the rest of my life.
thanks, jub, for giving me an ear to cry on.